Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.